I want to feel better, I really do,
In my heart, my head, my whole body.
Yet the visit to the doctor eludes me,
Perhaps I don't want to be the burden of bad news,
Perhaps I just cannot afford it.
Whatever the case, I won't quit,
I feel so misused.
Modern medicine is not for me.
When I am sick, all I want to see
Is my bed. Who cares about the flu?

09/23/2009

Posted on 09/23/2009
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